I HAS A SOAP IDEA. :0
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Thread Topic: I HAS A SOAP IDEA. :0
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Here it is....
Remember that age old saying, "What comes around, goes around?" Well, that doesnt go for Charrie 1. All he does is good, but Hell is always thrown at him from all sides. Abusive father...outcast at school and pretty much everywhere....can't ever seemed to find a ray of hope in this insane world we live in. Charrie 2 has it all. Good life, spot on the school soccer team, popular, loved by many. So when the soccer coach catches Charrie 1 playing some amazing soccer with himself, Charrie 1 soon gets a spot on the team. But the teammates don't like it. Why? Charrie 1 is amazing at soccer....Charrie 2 is a bully fo Charrie 1 for a bit, but soon, somehow, he starfs to fall for Charrie 1. As in love. But how can he keep this a secret from the team and everybody else? That's for us to decide.
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That seems like a good idea.
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Do you want to do it? C:
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Sure. :P
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Omg yay. xP
Which Character would you prefer?
And you're okay with guy-guy lovies? x3 -
Um...I'll be Character one.
I've never really done one before, but hey. This is the time to try something new right? :) -
Okay!
Correct. :D -
Name: Thompson Corduroy
Age: 16-18 (whatever the age group is. :P)
Looks: (sorry I'm lazy. Imma use a picture) -
(Hello?)
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Name: Eric Guevelez
Age: 17 :3
Looks: Fluffy black hair, tanned skin, deep brown eyes
Personality: Bit of a jerk, popular, athletic...
Sorry...internet jacked up. -
(Its cool. :P Happens to me once and a while too. NOT IT! XD)
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Dang it. xD
My alarm screeched in my ears. My hand went to slam down on snooze, but I forced myself to get up. I dragged myself downstairs to eat a bowl of cereal,, rubbing my eyes. When I sat down, my younger brother, Antonio, playfully punched my arm. For a twelve year old, he was pretty awesome.. -
(Note: Never played a person who abused others. :P I'll do my best to play his father. XD)
I woke up to the sound of my dad screaming and banging on the door with his fist. "GET UP YOU LAZY, IDIOT!! I NEED MY BREAKFAST AND ITS NOT GOING TO MAKE ITSELF!"
I rolled onto my back and ran my hand through my sweaty hair. It was always hot in the attic I slept in. Sometimes to the point where I would sweat. Which was constantly. -
(Note accepted. :P)
As I readied myself for school, my mother smiled. "You're teachers said you were doing well." I nodded, beaming.
"Bien." she replied. Happier than a fish with a shark locating radar, I trotted up to my room. -
(Does this HS have school uniforms?)
I waited for the noise of my father's footsteps going down the stairs and I proceeded to sit up and sit on the side of my bed. I grabbed my glasses and slipped them on. Making as little noise as I possibly could, I tiptoed to the closet and grabbed a white button lined shirt and some black slacks (that's a funny word. XD).
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